Literary Yard

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Poetry

By: Jim Bates Fall was her favorite seasonShe walked woodland trailsCollecting leaves and weeds and grassesSmiling and happy. Sometimes she’d take him alongHolding his tiny handHe’d follow her leadThey carefully gathered leavesMarveling at their beautyRed and orange and burnt siennaSpecial…

Fiction

By: Sujon Ganguly Chapter 1 Sunday afternoons were a sanctuary of tranquillity for Anjan. As the sun cast a warm glow through the curtains, he relished the simple pleasure of taking a shower, a brief respite from the demands of…

Fiction

By: Khemendra Kumar The eclipse lasted for an hour before rainstorms, thunder, and lightning struck in unison as never seen before. Many villagers thought that someone had infuriated Indra, the God of Weather. In anger, it seemed he had unleashed…

Fiction

By John Paul Lama             It all began with a careless act.             Francis Reynaldo Santones and Sonya Clarisse Amata were a young couple in the Philippines with a problem. He got her pregnant, and they were clearly unprepared for…

Poetry

By: D A Angelo Housefly A man accidentally swallowed a fly and didn’t turn into one. A fruit machine of quantum mechanics pulled its arm like a Douglas Adams plot device and the man shifted into a ham sandwich, a…

Fiction

By: Bruce Levine I never thought I was very smart. When it came to gray matter, I always felt that I was rather deficient. In addition to that sense of deficiency I believed that there’s the ratio of diminishing returns….

Poetry

By: Bruce Levine Life often takesTwists and turnsProfusion of desiresOr goals yet definedPassions arousedBy inflated egosPretentious praiseUnwanted and under-fedSuccesses dismantledLike simple equationsThe highways forgottenRoads erased from mapsA simple rejoinderWhen life seems dismemberedA salve to the soulOr simply a laughThe times…

Poetry

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Virtue Signaling Publicly expressing opinions to demonstrate sagacious character is awfully fraudulent,A mockery of essential issues. One’s moral “correctness,” on matters seldom merits reader tillage, the likes of whichAre useless against woke mobs. Riffs rarely compensate…

Poetry

By: J. B. Fite  The Call Who calls to me in the morningAnd bids me then rise and followJust as the new day is dawning?Sloth-I would answer “Tomorrow”And sleep through the hours passingWith a hundred dreams all hollow. I do…

Fiction

By Marieke Steiner It’s dark out with just a fingernail of moon and no real streetlights on over the backcountry roads the night I decide to put Chase, my ex-girlfriend’s dog, out to pasture. As soon as I get her…